Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2015 19:26:59 -0400
From: bistud_77@hushmail.com
Subject: Re: High School Service Boy Part  12 (authoritarian, high school)

High School Service Boy Part 12 (authoritarian, high school)
By bistud77

Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional.  Any resemblance to
any persons alive or dead is completely coincidental.  This
contains sexually explicit fantasies about domination and
submission and teen sex.  If this type of story offends you, please
do not read it.

This story is made of real fantasies that I wacked off over when I
was in high school.

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As Mr. Jackson, my bus driver, strides down the aisle to the back
of the bus; I start to get really nervous.  He is big and black and
suddenly I can see he has a mean look on his face.  When he reaches
me in the back, I am sitting on the last seat with dried cum on my
lips, my hair messed up, and my legs crossed nervously.

He says, "Get all your clothes off boy.  I know you are the suck
boy for classmates, but for me you are the punishment boy.  You are
going to take the punishment for every white boy or girl who has
disrespected me this year.  And that's a lot you little fuck.  Get
yourself bare assed and get ready for an ass whipping."

As I strip off my clothes, my skinny little body looks like a wisp
of nothing next to Mr. Jackson:  he is tall, muscular, and dark
black.  He is a real man, in his early 30's, clean shaven with
close cut black hair.  He has a gold tooth that shines in the
sunlight, and when I glance into his coal black eyes I can see that
he wants some revenge.  I must be his first easy opportunity to get
even with all the little white snots he has to drive back and forth
to school everyday.  I start to tremble as I sit my bare ass on the
bus seat; the seat feels cool against my bare skin.  I start to
sweat anyway.

"Get your bare white ass over the back of the seat in front of you
and wait for it boy."

I don't see much choice.  I am already naked for him.  So I get up
and lean over the seat in front of me, my cheeks parting as he
watches.  I to the left and look out the window.  All I see are the
woods, tree after tree.  No one will come upon us, and no one would
hear me even if I screamed.  It is just me and Mr. Jackson, and now
I can see he is taking his belt off.  Despite how scared that makes
me, I feel my cock start to harden up.  I experience a familiar
stomach turning mixture of fear and excitement.

"You know what this whipping is for boy?  Huh??"  Mr. Jackson asks.

"I am not sure sir, but I know I deserve it." I reply trying to
think of something to say that will calm him down.

"You fucking little snot.  You know it is for all the disrespect I
am given, and you do nothing.  You think it is just fine when the
other kids call me a nigger or they disobey my rules.  I am just
the nigger bus driver to you too."

"Yes sir," I reply.  "I deserve to be punished.  I want to take it
for all of them sir."

There is a long silence.  I hear myself breathing and I feel Mr.
Jackson's eyes on my vulnerable backside.

Now I hear the belt whistling in the air.  It is unreal.  Not
something I have heard before, so I don't really know what is about
to happen.  And then CRACK!  It is AGONY as the belt bites into my
pink ass flesh.  I feel like I have been split open, I must be
bleeding.  But I have no time to find out because the belt is being
drawn back and quickly it comes slicing through the air again.
CRACK! I hear another swishing in the air, then the sound of the
belt cracking as it hits my waiting flesh.  CRACK!

"Oh my god SIR!  I'm SORRY!" I scream in an attempt to stop it.
But I manage to hold myself on the seat and allow the whipping to
continue for a 3rd stroke.  I want it.  This next one hits the
bottom of my tight scrotum.

I just scream wildly "AAUUUGGHOWWWW!"  Pain slices through me.  I
have never felt anything like this.  It is beyond belief.  My eyes
are clenched but I see a white flash of light.  I feel my body
spring up, bounce into one of the other seats, and tumble to the
floor.

Mr. Jackson speaks in a clear and menacing voice, "Get the fuck up
boy.  We are not near done.  Bend over for it."

I feel my legs trembling as I rise up and find the seat back again.
 I see that Mr. Jackson has a massive bulge in the front of his
pants.  He enjoys this.  Then I look down and see my dick is hard
and leaking despite the hell I am expecting to continue.  My cock
likes it and betrays me.  Mr. Jackson's eyes fall on my cock, and
he smirks.  "Good little faggots know what they need."

I start shaking as I wait for more but I hold my ass up for him.  I
am his to whip.  In this moment, I exist to be punished.  All other
thoughts disappear.  There is just my ass and that belt and the
waiting.

"NOW TAKE IT!" he screams at me.  The belt whistles through the air
again and bites into my skin.  It hurts like hell.  My brain shuts
down.  I sense nothing but pain and the throbbing sensation in my
dick, which continues to leak a clear pre-cum.

The fifth strike with the belt lands across my back.  The 6th on my
left ass cheek.  And the 7th goes right inside my crack.  The pain
is blinding.  I have not stopped screaming.  Mr. Jackson is
laughing, "No one can hear you boy, scream as much as you want."

To my surprise, I keep screaming.  I really can't help it.  I don't
know if I will even survive the pain.  "Stay there and take it
boy," Mr. Jackson says in a low voice, "Take this punishment for
all of you."

The belt comes down again and again.  As I start to get used to it,
I picture my ass looking like ground hamburger.  I am soon numb to
the pain and can barely hear the sounds.  My mouth foams, my cock
leaks, I moan like a hurt animal.  I am nothing more than a hurt
animal.

Now I feel the whipping has stopped, I hear Mr. Jackson is spitting
on my burning ass hole.  I feel it land on my cheek and crack.

He is behind me now, and I feel something big pushing at the
entrance to my ass.  No fucking way.  It is bigger than anything I
have taken before.  It is way bigger than Spike's dog cock.  But I
have not one ounce of resistance in me.  I am a limp rag doll for
him.  My rectum accepts the invasion without clenching at all, it
simply spreads to the point of splitting.  I am wide open for his
black cock and I am sure he is watching as it stretches me wider
and wider.  I am beaten and broken.

Mr. Jackson starts pumping in and out.  Kind of slow at first, but
soon he is doing it just to hurt me.  He is yelling at me while he
rapes my boi hole.  "TAKE IT FAGGOT WHITE BOY, TAKE MY BIG BLACK
COCK!"  He is now hate-fucking my ass.  It is hard and violent.
Almost all the way out, so I feel empty.  Then he pushes really
hard.  It still feels like I am splitting in two.  I think to
myself, whatever he wants from me he can have.  The pounding goes
on for several more minutes.  Finally I hear him groaning as he
fires off his man cum deep inside me.  He shakes a bit he cums so
hard.  He clearly liked it.

And then it is over as quickly as it started.  I am shivering and
sweating at the same time.  I want to vomit.  But I am too tired.

Mr. Jackson gets up, I hear him pull his pants up and slide his
belt back through the loops.  Then he says, "Good job taking your
punishment.  It needs to happen again at least once, maybe twice
more for us to be even."  And then he lumbers back to the front of
the bus and starts the engine, leaving me to crawl back to my
clothes and try to put it on.  I can't stop sobbing.  After he
drops me off, I cry all the way home.

As soon as I get home I run to the bathroom.  First to wash my face
of evidence that I have been crying, then to look at my ass and
back in the mirror.  I am amazed to find that there is not a drop
of blood anywhere.  Mr. Jackson belted my enough to make welts, but
not enough to break my skin anywhere.  I am relieved because I know
it will heal quickly, in time hopefully for gym class at the end of
the week.

I go into my bedroom, close the door, and get out my jar of
Vaseline and cum wrag.  I am so horny I could bust a nut just
thinking about what I must have looked like to Mr. Jackson, with my
small white ass exposed and waiting for abuse.  I beat off
furiously, making it last as long as I can.

The next day I am sitting tenderly on my sore ass in the cafeteria
before school starts.  Joe is sitting to my left.  Karen is across
from me.  No one used me on the bus this morning, for which I am
relieved because my back and ass still hurt from the whipping Mr.
Jackson gave me yesterday.  Now Karen, my girlfriend, is talking to
me.  I try to focus on what she is saying.

"The reason Joe didn't need you after the bus ride home is because
he had me come over and service him in your place.  He said you
were being roughed up a bit, and that the least I could do was to
take your place between his legs.  So I had to suck Joe's cock.
But not just that, I had to lick his sexy ass and ass hole, for a
long time going inside with my tongue as deep as I could.  And I
had to let him screw my rear fuck tube; he butt fucked me until I
was screaming in bliss and he came really hard.  He used me like a
whore and while he did, he told me everything you did on the bus
ride home.  I heard how you were blindfolded, how you sucked cock
and ass.  I heard you ate Heather's cunt, something we need to talk
about.  I think you owe me for that.  And I heard you serviced
Devon's black balls, ass, and cock.  I know you were made to take
Mr. Jackson's anger.  I guess he whipped you.  Good."

While Karen was talking to me she was rubbing her crotch on the
table leg, getting hotter and hotter.  Both Joe and I could smell
her pussy juices as they started to moisten the crotch of her
jeans.

She asked, "Joe says he will let you watch while he uses me next
time.  Do you want to see that?"

I feel my dick getting hard.  "Yes.  I want to watch."

Karen asks, "Will you lick his cum out of my holes when he is
through using me?"

"If he tells me to," I reply.

Joe says, "Good answer faggot."

Joe casually lifts his foot and starts rubbing Karen's crotch with
his toes. He owns us both.

"Faggot, I am going to give you a few days off.  I want you back in
shape to put on a show for my father and his buddies.  They have
heard how you let Spike fuck you, and they want to watch.  And they
will pay some serious money for it."

My head swims with the memory of being taken by a dog.  I remember
the knot, and laying there while the dog breathed on my neck, both
of us waiting for the knot to subside.  I was reduced to being an
animal.  Just another dog.  A bitch for a dog.  And I did it with
others watching.  Last time it was Joe and his younger brother
Chris.  They saw how low I am.  This time it will be his father and
his father's dirty friends.  They are going to watch a 14 year old
boy getting ass fucked willingly by a German Shepard.  That's
probably not something they get to see everyday.

"My father and his friends will be sitting around the living room;
you will be in the middle just a few feet away getting fucked by
Spike.  There will be bright lights on you.  And you will be
filmed.  But that's not all."

I begin to feel a little sick.  I realize I am nothing but a
worthless faggot, but I don't like the idea of a film being made of
me getting fucked by a dog.  Who knows who will see it.....

"My Dad wants some cock suckers to work the room while his buddies
are entertained.  And, since you will be too busy to provide enough
cock sucking at the same time, it has got to be someone else.  My
dad decided to add your girlfriend Karen, along with my little
brother, Chris.  Any questions about that faggot?"

"No sir," I hear myself saying, "Whatever I have is yours."